The Lunar Crest Academy: Marked by The Lycans

Kieran’s voice was calm, almost amused, but his eyes held the storm. "Whatever you have to say better be important, Lorraine Anderson, or I will rip out your tongue myself."

I didn’t flinch. I was too tired. Too hollow.

"It is important," I said, reaching slowly into my pocket. I pulled out the bloodied strip of fabric, now dried and stiff in my hand. "This was in her hand. The girl they murdered."

Kieran’s gaze dropped to the fabric, but he didn’t reach for it yet. He tilted his head, his expression unreadable.

"She was a feral and hanging in the cafeteria like a slaughtered animal," I continued. "Her body broken, chest cracked open like someone wanted to make a show out of it. But she fought back. She died clutching this."

Still, he didn’t move. His eyes returned to mine.

"And you brought this to me.... why?"

"Because I saw who did it. Or, at least, I saw him leave. He moved too fast for me to get a proper look, but I saw his uniform. It had a red collar. That means Lycan."

Kieran raised an eyebrow. "You’re sure?"

"I know what I saw. I might be a feral, but I’m not blind."

He stared at the fabric in my hand again, but his voice remained skeptical. "You expect me to believe that a Lycan, one of my people, murdered a feral girl in the middle of the academy and just ran off like a coward?"

"I don’t expect you to believe anything," I replied. "I’m asking for your help."